A Unique Crossover

Chapter73: Purple

Bending down, resting my hands on top of my knees, trying to catch my breath in deep, heated gaps. Only my ragged breath was filling the empty dance studio, thankful no one else was using it for the time.

Staring at my reflection, watching the sweat gliding down my face and arms. I've been free styling to almost every song that I could think of, every artist's hottest hits.
Whiter it had been on the top lists of billboard or most popular movies or tv series, just as long it had the right stuff for my creative juice can flow easily.

My brain has never been this messed up and turned inside out for a long time after losing a dance battle as I've had last weekend. It's already Tuesday, and I still can't shake everything that had happened on Saturday off.

I even choreographed a whole dance for Bishop Briggs' 'River', the same damn song that I lost the battle to.

How could I have froze like that?! I should have done better than what I'd done on Saturday. That was embarrassing!!

I wasn't really angry at losing the battle that much. I hardly get upset about that. Well, I don't get that upset for it anymore. Something else was bothering me.
And it was something that I was trying to avoid for most of this week, with not that much luck.

Nearly everyone wants to talk about the dance battle. Wanting to know what I thought about it. Who was I cheering for and had better chances of winning?
Not wanting to have another instant where I unnecessarily snap at anyone. So, I just told them that I was too busy on the day and got too many assignments to watch the video.

"Yo, Jenna, are you even listening to me?" Blinking rapidly by the clicking sounds from Penny's fingers. Finding her sitting in the driver's seat of her car, dressed in a black and butterscotch yellow top with dark blue jeans.

I'm sitting in the passenger's seat, dressed in a sleeveless halter, wide-leg denim jumpsuit with a black tank top under, and yellow Vans. I realized that I was no longer in the studio on campus. That was only a couple of hours ago.
We're both on our way to Raven's birthday party. What was Penny talking again?

As if it was timed, the traffic light changed, "The light's green."

"I know that it's green." Penny said in an annoyed tone before starting to drive again. Which she had been speaking in lately, "Geez, no need to bite the helper's hand now."

"Well, if the helper could stop avoiding the conversation or change the subject every time, then just maybe we could be in a happier mood." Penny snapped before shifting to third gear a bit too hard. Whenever she gets upset behind the wheel, she starts speeding, and that's when either me or Ryan switch seats with her.

But before I could offer that suggestion, she's already speaking, "Every time I ask you about the dance battle, you always cut me off, or you want to talk about anything else. And it's annoying. I don't know if it's because your alter ego is bruised or she's upset that she lost against Boomer. But whatever it is, can you just stop pushing me, your friend away and just talk to me!"

You know that feeling of guilt whenever you realize how much you've hurt someone without meaning to? Well, that feeling hit my face like it was a baseball, wanting to score a big home run.

As much as I didn't want to snap at Penny just like I'd done to Queen and Gypsy.
I wasn't talking to her, I was pushing her away, not only because I didn't want to talk about it, but because of the other thing that I didn't want to talk about.

Feeling like I was a small girl and trying to get my Mom not to be angry with me anymore, "I didn't mean to push you away, I'm sorry."

Hearing me meaning my words, Penny lifted her foot slightly up from the gas. Staying quiet, waiting for me to finally talk to her, "My alter ego isn't buried or upset that she lost. I just felt embarrassed that he pulled that trick on me during a battle like that."